[Verse 1: Billie Joe Armstrong & Mike Dirnt](Oh) A small cloud has fallen, the white mist hits the ground 小さな雲が落ちてきて、その白いもやが地面にぶつかるMy lungs comfort me with joy 俺の肺が喜びで俺を慰める(Oh) Vegging on one detail, the rest just crowds around 1つの細かなことにだらだら時間を使い、残りは群がるだけMy eyes itch of burning red 俺の目は燃える赤で、かゆいぜ [C…